And this is what happens when you take your camera out at the last second (because you are undeniably a procrastinator, or at least at heart, and decide to take your photo not because you're inspired to do so, but rather from a place of defeat) and have the batteries mysteriously and dramatically die, leaving you hopeless with no choice but to take whatever random photo you decided to shot at that precise moment in time. The result: a grainy picture of a seedy tavern on the way home from my other job.
Woe is me. Woeful, woeful me.
(And so ends the this is what happens series)
This is what happens when you take your camera out one afternoon, inconspicuously holding it at your waist, and randomly take pictures: photos of randomly crooked things.
Hopefully you can see that I am reading. What you can't see, however, is that I'm reading the 8th season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer recently released in comic book form-- fully and completely confirming my unequivocal dorkness.
But you can't see what I'm reading, can you?
Good. Because I'm reading something completely different. Really.
What? I'm comfortable with my coolness.
My new favorite drink: Arizona Green Iced Tea.
Though I'm not usually a sucker for packaging, I find the bottle extremely pretty. And since I bought it, that makes me pretty too.
A lovely and quiet Sunday afternoon spent with Ritu who, just like my parents from the day before, fed me. That's why I like her.
We took a walk on the boardwalk, perused my new apartment building in progress, and up the hill for a quick lunch and a play date with her murderous cat-- well not murderous so much as cute with a touch of the claw.
I took the photo on the way back home, late in the afternoon. The way the light was hitting those trees caught my attention and with a little post-gimp action, I was able to make them 'pop' just like they did in my head. Sometimes I see things in my head.
Okay.
That sounded creepy.
I took this photo through the glass of water I was drinking at the time. I just got home from spending the day at my parents. I was feeling fat and otherwise bloated from a day of constant eating and all I could handle at the time was said water.
I like to think that my parents, dedicated providers that they are, simply like to feed me, their first child and one and only son. Sitting on the chair, with my pant button undone and heartburn like you wouldn't believe, I finally realized something: though my parents love their children very much, it is not their innate instinct to parent a child that lends them to constantly feed me.
I just like to eat.
I really can't take any artistic credit for this photo--- since... well... they're not my photos (originally, in any case). Though they were still taken with my own camera, the picture is a screenshot from weffriddles.com, my new addiction.
And like with any other addiction, weffriddles and I have a love/hate relationship where weffriddles hates me and repeatedly points out my ignorance . And I, coincidentally, love the abuse. And thus begins our vicious love/hate cycle.
Paul, Steph & I started with level 1 on Friday, and I've now gotten to number 37. Numbers 30 through 33 had me entirely pissed off-- and I vowed to never look at them again. But like any other addict, I came crawling back, looking for a fix after spending the night out in the proverbial gutter.
Rehab?
Meet Gladys, Mary Jo Eustace and Norma Lee MacLoed.
They were sitting on top of St. Paul's Church as I passed in front of it on my way to work. I'm not entirely sure what was said but Norma Lee MacLoed flew off in huff. Apparently Mary Jo Eustace said something rather inappropriate to Gladys-- and Norma Lee MacLoed, being the sensitive seagull that she is, would have none of it, and decided to leave. Now Mary Jo Eustace is irritated with Norma Lee MacLoed, because she didn't stick around in her supposed time of need. Gladys wishes someone would just shoot the lot of them with a pellet gun.
I don't know. I'm just sayin'.
I didn't really have much of an idea for today's photo-- and I have yet to get an idea despite taking a fistful of pictures earlier today.
I therefore present to you: a random building.
I open the doors to my building in a vain attempt to greet the day with bright-eyed optimism. Instead, the morning had other plans and I was slapped in the face with rain, snow and the sudden urge to crawl back into bed.
